Love You Dead

Chapter 2: Honeymoon (1085 days before)

Two months or so later, I lay with Harry in a hotel room bed. He was in nothing but boxers, as was I. He was snuggled against my chest, breathing slowly and softly, our hands  intertwined and my other hand behind my head.

Earlier that night, we were eating chips from a place that made them taste like home. A lot had changed, our first album was to be released in a month or so, and sometimes Harry felt overwhelmed. I had decided that when he got too anxious, I would calm him down with something that made him feel like he was at home again. 

After we had finished, I smothered Harry with as many kisses and hugs as possible, making him giggle and blush. 

We laid down, completely intertwined into each other for about an hour. He tickled my back and I ran my hands through his hair. He planted a kiss on my nose. "I love you."

I was taken by surprise, but at the same time, I really wasn't. It was clear we loved each other. It was unbelievably obvious. I look back on that moment and can't believe I tried to deny our love to the public.  

A blind person could see how much we loved each other. The words were overdue. 

"I love you too. So much."

Harry smiled before leaning in for a kiss. We kissed for a bit, forgetting about our crazy life outside of the hotel room we shared. He stradled me and continued to kiss me before moving his kisses to my neck. He pulled at the hem of my shirt and I took it off. He took off his own shirt. He kissed my chest and my stomach. I closed my eyes.

It was slow. It was loving. 

He unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off. He unbuttoned his pants as he kissed my thighs. He could see how badly I wanted him, but not right here. Not right now.

I pulled him up and kissed him with as much passion as I felt in the pit of my stomach at that moment.

"...Wait until we're home, Harry."

I was afraid he would be offended, but he wasn't. He smiled and nodded like he understood what I was thinking.

That was the thing about Harry... He always knew what I was thinking.

I felt my eyes getting heavy thinking about the events of the night. I fell asleep to the soft breathing of the boy in my arms and thanked whoever was up there for leading me to him.